[The lines on Blake's face deepen as he listens.] Sounds like a big fuckin' hero. Kind of the guy who gets himself talked about. One of those telegenic bastards.

[The kind of guy whose work gets appreciated, while everybody steps over anybody who works just as hard but doesn't have a pretty face.

Jealousy burns clear on his face.] No corruption, huh? Whenever somebody says that, all it means is he's better at cooking the books.

[His offer to help, the whole idea of magic, it makes something in Blake flare with useless goddamn frustration. He pounds the table with his fist and barks out] That's not the point! The point is listening to me and doing what I goddamn say!